sorrow made you
from the bottom of the dark, dark sea
Though Leo wasn’t sure what exactly it was, he felt like eyes were on him. Not that is was too out of the ordinary, really. Students were always looking over at him, wondering if they should approach the teacher or just gawk from afar. Anyone would have taken it as an ego boost, but Leo found it plain annoying.
Most of the time, at least.
For now though, he felt as if some little eyes were burning the back of his skull. A slow turn, and he scanned the area, not seeing anyone that stood out to him in particular. The subtle smile faded, and he turned back to face the direction of his dormitory. Just like most of the students, Leo was permitted to leave the school when it was out of session. Instead of going to the vacationing residents with the rest of the students, Leo was allowed to travel. As much as he would love a vacation to Cancun or the Bahamas, he was begrudgingly forced to go to a new tech and weapons exhibit. Insightful, but everything short of a vacation.
His previous dorm was rotated out to someone else, which, upon hearing that, sent Leo into a fit of rumbles and hisses. He’d just gotten accustomed to the place and had to leave it behind. He figured he would at least try to get a head start in settling in so that he could organize notes and preparations for tomorrow’s class. That required a desk.
His
desk.
Yes, Leo’s walk to the teacher’s dorms were brisk and rarely broke his stride.
But as soon as he was outside of the teacher’s dorms, he heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him. Turning, he spotted an even more unfamiliar woman. But… something about her unnerved him. Was he so sure he didn’t know her? The feeling in his gut said otherwise. Maybe it was tension. Or maybe it was indigestion. ...No, definitely not indigestion.
“Ah, yes I am.”
He said, trading his narrowed eyes for a charming smile.
“I don’t mind at all.”
He answered her in a light tone and glanced down at the map she held in her hands. Those things were confusing, even if they were meant to be as basic as possible. People were always getting lost. It was like one of those zoo maps. Nothing seemed to be in the place it stated it was.
“Actually, the teacher and faculty dorms are right over here.”
He gestured to the building not too far away from the pair.
“Are you one of the new teachers?”
Usually schools were prepared and teachers often met each other
before
the school year started, but with Ferdynand in power… well, the flamboyant man did love his surprises.
Leo led the woman onward, opened the door for her and let her inside first. Such gentleman. Much polite. Wow.
From the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out a folded piece of paper that had his dorm number and other information on it. He glanced it over, then down to the woman.
“I am heading to 04. What’s your room number?”
The longer his eyes lingered on the woman, the stranger he felt. She made him uncomfortable… and he wasn’t even sure why. Something was off about this woman. There had to be something off…
Walking up the straits from the ground floor up into the dorms area, Leo made sure to allow the woman to walk first until they got up to the second level. Slowly he made his way down the corridors, only to begin to hear little voices. He fell quiet and started to raise his hand to the holster strapped to his chest under his jacket. Shit… were there intruders already?
Leo glanced at the woman he was with and gave a motion for her to stay while he continued forward. He moved slowly, delicately so that his footsteps were silent. As he turned a corner and headed down another corridor, he found that… the intruders were two lost little girls. One looking particularly nervous while the other looking particularly clueless.
“Hmm?”
Was that… Emily Reyes? Were the two looking for him? Why would they be looking for him here? Or even know where to find him? Reading the numbers on the door, he found that the girls were actually pretty close to his room. What the… He hoped neither of them had any precognitive or clairvoyant powers. Any kind of peeping on his life would warrant a bad mood from the Italian.
“Looking for something?”
He called out to the two as he stood in the middle of the hall, arms crossed over his chest.
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